When the color TV shows me windy beaches
I feel the heat under my neck as a relieve
If I drive by the rail road
You'll be the one I look for
You'll be alone reading a book
As you've said goodbye for good
Praying for the sinners in a temple
Asking for love is no sin
Its just like the knife
Which tricks me into kindness
When the cover of the night cuts like welkin
The ink runs dry
Critics and crowds are so turned on
Ill and proud I might be an outlaw
Sick to the stomach
Because their sickness reaches my mind
After the hours of the *** machine in the brothel
Pays a dime for a long night
Prays for a dollar for the burning wax candle
Well its hard to find romance in this dead dream
At least we drink from the cup of life
The lawyer fights for love
And loses to crime
When the day is done
He is to tired
To break bread with his son
To angry to understand right from wrong
He's sure he loves his familial time
Prison is an after effect of suicide
If I off myself I ain't deaf
Until I am dead
And the mermaids stop singing
And bite her peach skin
I bleed a little blue and get a red pony
For a white politician
A chromebird for a millionaire
I am walking on my own two feet
Too often as people drive cars that give flight
To a series of dreams
I lose dignity for a day with my mistress